Chapter 97 Everybody Grows Up

Emory I’d just finished unpacking my final suitcase when Willow knocked on my bedroom door. I’d welcomed her in, and now, we’re seated at the small dining table in my suite. Helga has brought me a small lunch from the kitchens, consisting of thick steak sandwiches and a yogurt parfait for dessert. Of course, Willow is sipping on a goblet of blood as she asks me a thousand questions about the Moon Goddess Ball and my family tradition.